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Chapter 26: Waking Up
Deep crimson light bled over the gothic steeples of the castle, stretching tendrils of burning rays toward the sleeping immortals within. Separated by about three floors of solid stone and metal; Terra felt a little more in control of her emotions now that she was no longer seeing the Count inches before her face.
That encounter kept searing the backs of her eyes; his iron back pressed against her front with delicious intensity, his hands- furiously cold- gripping her wrists.
Terra thrashed from the wake of yet another passionate; gory dream- blinking away the darkness of the dream. She rubbed a palm of her eyes to clear the heaviness away. The elaborately designed room swam into view and she glared at the covering over the window with longing.
How she missed the sun. In her haste to come to the castle and keep her coven in safety; she'd left all her supply of unShine with Sita and Cale.
Sita- she must have started her labour now... Terra fought her covers with renewed vigor and fell with a clunk out of bed.
"Fucking Count... can't even put carpets down off these eight foot beds.."
"I could arrange for that." Terra staggered to stand and clunked her head on the bed - in her usual amazing clumsy style.
"Do you ever knock?! For Christ's sake... even someone as horny as you should know that I don't..."
Terra's words faded because the startlingly blue eyes were piercing her own, just as the sharp tipped hands of the Count were wrapped around her upper arms; pulling her upright to face him.
"I did knock. Besides- this is my manor. You should learn your etiquette my dear, "Dracula smirked, his teeth flashing in the gloom. He slid his thumbs over her skin in sensuous patterns; sensing her thinly veiled hormones beneath her pale flesh waiting to erupt forth.
"Please don't. Not yet." She grimaced as her head gave an incessant pound and she glanced at her overall condition.
She was utterly filthy; her hair tangled beyond recognition and her skin was slightly bloodstained. She wouldn't even begin to classify her scent as anything more than disgusting.
"I need to shower.. does this place have running -ga!" Terra let out a slight shriek as Dracula swept her into his arms and began carting her across the dim room toward a doorway she was quite sure had not been there a moment before.
"put me down! I'm perfectly capable-"
"You should just accept this Terra. I only want to help you. Wait," he whispered, husky in her ear.
As they passed the threshold, simlutaneously a series of wall mounted candlesticks lit and flickered before an overhead electric light fluttered to life.
"Impressive," she whispered into his chest, trying to keep her body from touching him too much. Her nightgown; white and pure; seemed too frail to contain her just then, and Dracula's hands didn't seem as if they were pure enough to remain on the outside of her garments.
But still; she was pressed against his hard front, and her complaints were few.
An archaic looking bathroom; with an inset bathtub in the floor with a slight rim like a hot tub. She was surprised to find the water already occupied the tub and steam rose into the dimly perfumed air.
The Count reached the edge and his black cloak swept the edge of the pool as he knelt; his face hovering next to hers. Terra's eyes closed briefly as his pitch black hair caressed her skin and then she was surrounded by liquid heat; equally sensuous on her sore body.
Her body stiffened then; for she remembered her white clothing and the now soaking state it was in. Terra's gaze flew to the vampire above her but he only smiled down at her; amused. She lookd down at her limbs and found to her relief that her clothes were now as black as his hair; shining in the doubly lit bathroom.
"Thank you," she said gruffly; but the water was already easing her irritation with his abrupt closeness.
"It was a pleasure." He knelt suddenly again and she closed her eyes; not caring now that he was so close to her. A part of her deep down told her to trust him just then; and she did.
Her fingers twitched as cool skin slid against her own, a slow massage over her slim hands that drew circles over her pale skin. Terra saw the Count; his eyes darkened with restrained emotion as he caressed her palm with his larger hands.
The sheer restraint he showed next to her was immense in keeping her in the tub and not shooting insults at him for staying with her while she bathed.
She flinched then, giving a slight "ow" as his nails suddenly pierced her skin. Tendrils of crimson rose from her hand and he looked down at her regretfully.
"I'm sorry, I was only surprised. We have a visitor. I wasn't expecting Ati until tomorrow... but she always proves me wrong." Dracula rose in a long, unfolding movement and towered over her as he looked toward the door.
"Ati?" Terra pushed herself up on her arms as she struggled with her sodden gown.
"You'll see. I'll leave some clothing on your bed- you needn't rush. I need to talk some things over with her in any case."
He was gone before she could reply- his sudden disappearance was like a blow to her stomach. The empty pit in her stomach reminded her of another person- her best friend; who was undoubtably in the throes of labour even as she relaxed in a steaming bath in a luxurious mansion with a lusty man.
"Ugh!" Disgusted with herself, Terra clambered out of the tub, staggering under the weight of her black dress. "Oh screw it," digging her claws into either side of the chest portion of her dress; she tore the sodden garment in half. Smiling satifsiedly, she shrugged out of the ruined dress and stalked naked out of the bathroom, her hair heavy and wavy against her back.
As she reached the bed, she found her room had been somehow decorated in the time she'd been in the washroom. The room was now lighted by a series of candles; alone with a chandelier hanging from the center of the room. A night table decorated each side of the large bed and a lamp and clock lay on the right hand one. The curtains were now drawn back and tied with tasseled cords ; revealing an ornerously full moon gleaming from behind a screen of light gray clouds.
Now she looked down at the most likely whoreish and revealing garments; and was pleasantly surprised to see her more accustomed tight black leather pants-similar to her skinny jeans- and a looser black satin blouse that was tight at the waist; then fluorished into a loose bosom and shoulders. The arms were bound above the elbows; then flowed over the backs of her hands in elegant ruffles.
He had style. She picked up the shirt and shook it out, examining the front. As was predictable; it was a v neck and very loose; revealing an immense ammount of cleavage.
"He's still a pervert."
But even as she dressed; sliding on her all black attire; Terra couldn't help but feel the slightest of pullings toward the Count.
She had missed him. A slight burning entered her stomach as she thought of this 'Ati' person Dracula was meeting at this very minute below her.
This thought in mind, she pulled on calf high leather boots- also black- then pulled her curly hair into a low bun.
"Time to make friends," she said glumly. It wouldn't do for the Count to think she was jealous; on her first day here too.
The staircase was filled with ringing growls as Terra descended into what she ascertained was certain hell.
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AHA. I updated.
:D Be happy and review! (i'm happy)
Dracula: She's always happy when I'm done with her- SMACK-
Hadasah: Quiet you - growls- -resumes typing madly on keyboard-
Dracula: -lounging on bed- Bitch.
He is so cruel.
